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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.