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 France and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.