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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Nico,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.