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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.