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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.