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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
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The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
JFA,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.