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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 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 Crime to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.