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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.