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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.