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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.