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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
cv313,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.