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 Antigua and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.