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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.