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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.