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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.