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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
UT,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.