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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Liliput,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.