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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.