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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.