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 Congo 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.