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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.