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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.