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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Wire,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.