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 Chad 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.