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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.