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 Benin 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.