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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Monks,
UT,
ABC,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.