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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Camouflage,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.