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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Fear,
The Names,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.