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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.