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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Japan,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.