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 Spain 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Pole,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.