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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.