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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.