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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.