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 Swaziland 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.