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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.