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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.