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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Gong,
Wire,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.