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 Angola 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
AZ,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.