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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.