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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Cameo,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.