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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.