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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.