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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.