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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.