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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.