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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.