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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.