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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.