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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.