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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.