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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.