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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.