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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.