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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.