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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.