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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.