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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.