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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.