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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Pole,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.