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 Brunei and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.