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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.