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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.