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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.