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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.