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 Croatia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.