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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.