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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.