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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.