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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
PIL,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Index,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Television,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.