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 Peru and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Swans,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.