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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Aswad,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.