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 Laos 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.