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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.