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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.