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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.