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 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.