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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.