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-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.