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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.