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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.