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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.