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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Skriet,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.