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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.