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 Iran 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Busters,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.