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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.