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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.