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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.