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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
X-101,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.