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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.