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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Ossler,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.