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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
The Index,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
UT,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.