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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.