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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.