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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.