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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.