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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.