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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.