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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.