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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Technova,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.