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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.