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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.