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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.