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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Half Japanese 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.