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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.