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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.