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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Rakim,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.