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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.