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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.