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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.