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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
The Victims,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.