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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.