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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.