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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '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 The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.