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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.