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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
PIL,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.