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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.