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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.