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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.