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 Sudan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.