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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Aswad,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Franke,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.