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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.