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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.