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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.