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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
PIL,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Smog,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.