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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Motorama,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.