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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.