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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.