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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The Victims,
Crime,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.