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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.