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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Wings,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.