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 Seychelles 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.