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 India and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vogues to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.