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 China and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.