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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 snare 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.