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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.