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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.