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 France and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.