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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.