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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.