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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Scion,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.