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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.