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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
10cc,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.