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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.