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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.