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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Kinks to the grime 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.