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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.