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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.