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 Papua New Guinea 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.