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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.