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 Andorra 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.