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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.