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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.