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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Nico to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.