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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.