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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.