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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gun Club to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.