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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.