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 Norway and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.