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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.