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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
DNA,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.