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 Maldives 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.