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 India and from Madrid.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.