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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.