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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.