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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.