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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Inner City 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Dead C,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.