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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.