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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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?
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Swans,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.