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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.