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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.