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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
JFA,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.