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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.