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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.