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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Visage,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.