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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.