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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.