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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.