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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.