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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.