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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.