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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.