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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.