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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.