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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.