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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Smoke to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.