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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.