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 Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Mars,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.