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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.