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 Angola 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.