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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.