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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.