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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.