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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.