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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.