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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 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 Joyce Sims 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.