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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 F. McDonald 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.