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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.