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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.