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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.