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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.