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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Organ,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.