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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
The Names,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.