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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Nas,
Japan,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.