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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Index,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.