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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.