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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.