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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.