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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Scion,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.