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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.