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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.