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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.