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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.