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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
10cc,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Index,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.