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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.