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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Rakim,
The Litter,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.