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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.