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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.