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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.