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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.