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 Israel 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.