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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.