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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.