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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.