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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.