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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Monks,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.