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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.