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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.