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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Seeds to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.