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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.