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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.