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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.