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 London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.