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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.