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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
cv313,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.