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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.