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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.