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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Can,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.