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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.