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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.