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 Finland and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
The Trojans,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.