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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Pole,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.