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 Pakistan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.