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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.