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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Wings to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.