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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.