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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.