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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.