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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.