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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.