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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.