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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.