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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.