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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.