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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.