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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.