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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.