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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.