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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.