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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.