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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.