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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 American Breed to the crunk 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 Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.