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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.