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 France and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.