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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.