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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Names,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.