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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
UT,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.