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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.