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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.