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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.