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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.