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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Monks,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.