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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.