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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Smog,
The Wake,
the Association,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.