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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.