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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.