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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.