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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.