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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.