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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.