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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.