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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Gong,
cv313,
The Index,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.