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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.