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 Niger 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
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DJ Style,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.