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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.