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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.