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 Norway 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.