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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.