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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Little Man,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.