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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
AZ,
ABC,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.