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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Unwound,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.