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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.