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 Sweden 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Scion,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.