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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.