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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.