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 Bulgaria 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Can,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.