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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.