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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Can,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.