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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.