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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.