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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Faust,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.