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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.