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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.