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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Television,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.