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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.