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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.