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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.