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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.