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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.