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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.