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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.