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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.