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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.