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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.