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 Georgia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.