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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.