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 Liberia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.