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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Gong,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.