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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.