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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, 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.