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 Madagascar 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.