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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.