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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.