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 Micronesia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.