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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.