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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.