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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.