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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.