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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.