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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.