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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.