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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.