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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Joe Finger 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
UT,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.