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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.