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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
June of 44,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.