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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
MDC,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.