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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.