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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June Days 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.