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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.