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 Seychelles 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.