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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.