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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.