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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Index,
John Holt,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.