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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.