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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.