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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.