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 Philadelphia.
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 Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.