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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.