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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.