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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.