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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.