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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
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.