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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Fortunes to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.