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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.