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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
The Move,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.