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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Angry Samoans 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.