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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.