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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.