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 Honduras 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 Can to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Technova,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.