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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.