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 Singapore 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.