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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '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 Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.