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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.