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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.