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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.