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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
June of 44,
The Index,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.