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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Pierre Henry 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.