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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Television,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.