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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.