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 Sweden 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.