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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.