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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
The Remains,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.