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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.