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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 organ 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.