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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 sitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.