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 Afghanistan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.