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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.