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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.