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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
New Order,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.