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 Mauritania 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.