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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.