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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.