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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.