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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.