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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skarface 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.