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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Can,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.