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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.