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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Faust,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.