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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.