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 Guyana 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.