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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
UT,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.