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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Fear,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.