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 Belarus 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.