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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Can,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.