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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.