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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Scion,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
The Move,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.