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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Can,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.