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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.