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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.