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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Index,
UT,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.