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 Moldova 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Martian,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.