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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.