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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.