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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.