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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.