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 Dominica 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 Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.