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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.