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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
June Days,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.