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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Television,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.