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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.