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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Wake 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.