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 Belize 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Cameo,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.