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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.