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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.