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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.