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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.