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 China 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
June Days,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.