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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Slave,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.