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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Kayak,
Suicide,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.