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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.