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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.