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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.