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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.