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 East Timor 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.