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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.