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 Indonesia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
UT,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.