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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.