Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Association. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.