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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.