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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Aswad,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.