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 Congo 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Faust,
The Standells,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.