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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Excepter,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.