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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.