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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
X-101,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.