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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
JFA,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.