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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.