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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
The Monks,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.