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 Italy and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Can,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.