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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.