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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Chrome to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.