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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.