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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rites of Spring 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.