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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.