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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.