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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.