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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.