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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.