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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.