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 Niger and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.