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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.