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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO 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?
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.