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 Mauritius 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.