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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.