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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.