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 Chad 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.