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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.