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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.