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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.