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 Tajikistan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.