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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Television,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Pole,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.