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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.