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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.