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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.