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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.