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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.