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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
The Index,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.