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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.