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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.