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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Japan,
The Gories,
Gong,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.