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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
The Index,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.