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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Ten City,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
The Martian,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.