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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.