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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visage to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.