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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.