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 United States and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barrington Levy 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.