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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Slave,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.