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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.