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 Suriname 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.