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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wings to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.