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 San Marino 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.