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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.