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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Misunderstood to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.