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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.