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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.