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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Mars,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.