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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
New Order,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Visage,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.