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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.