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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.