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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.