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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.