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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.