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 Peru 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Television,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.