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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.