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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.