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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.