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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.