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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.