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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.