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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Crime,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.