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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Can,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.