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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 American Breed to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.