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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.