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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.