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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.