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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.