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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.