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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.