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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.