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 Andorra 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.