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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.