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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.